The MASSAGE
The saying of it was easier than the doing, at first. I tried sliding my fingers under her shorts to continue rubbing, but met my first challenge. Over or under her underwear? Thinking about asking that question, she answered it for me, at least in part. Sensing my struggle with her shorts, she straightened her legs, lifted her hips and pulled her shorts down and kicked them off, then laid back down again, spreading her legs again so she was in that frog legged position.
It was an erotic sight – her legs spread, her groin pressed hard against the floor, wearing only her underwear and her t-shirt pulled up her back. I assumed for the moment that the massage would continue ‘over’ her underwear, light blue in color with a pattern of small white flowers. So I began once again, starting in the small of her back, working my fingers in a circular pattern.
I tried to be consistent, though I admit probably rushing through the massage as I worked my way higher up her back, and then slower as my fingers massaged her lower back and soon the rise of her bottom. She never complained as my fingers soon were clearly massaging her butt cheeks, and soon after that the lower part of her bottom approaching the split between her legs.
And what a view it was, I would have to rethink my stand on panty peeking. Her underwear lay flat across the lower part of her crotch, with just a hint of her girl parts pushing against the underwear.
Then, as she had all night, she surprised me. She shifted, and one of her hand went under her, her palm flat against her mound and her fingers over her pussy lips, and she immediately and obviously began masturbating herself with the tips of her fingers.
I had to control a sudden urge to cum just from seeing her fingers move against herself over her underwear. I had stopped when she changed her position, and as soon as she had settled into her new position she said rather demandingly, “don’t stop”.
They angle was a little tough, but I could lean back and clearly see her fingers flexing as she rubbed herself. Glancing at her face, she again had her head turned sideways and had her eyes closed, but now with a look of concentration on her face.
Once again I was dedicated to following her wishes, and continued my circular pattern. This time, however, when my hand went to swing around to go up her back, she reached back with her other hand and pushed it back down towards her bottom. Clearly, she wanted me to keep my massages lower on her body.
So now I was simply squeezing her bottom, and rather than pretending it was any kind of massage, I simply took both of her butt cheeks in each palm and began squeezing them. I realized the disadvantage to my position, and though I loved being able to see her rub herself, at that moment my fingers were pointed the wrong way for what I was hoping to do.
I swung myself to one side, so I was now facing way from her head, and my fingers were on the lower part of her bottom. She seemed to ignore my repositioning, but I could definitely tell that she was now grinding against the floor and her fingers.
Once again I decided to take a risk. I pulled my hands quickly off her and then slid them under her underwear, so I was directly touching and squeezing her bottom on her skin. She made no complaint, and if anything her grinding was turning into a gyration familiar to man since the beginning of time.
The intensity of her movement seemed to be slowly increasing, and simultaneously my hand was sliding slowly farther down her bottom, the tips of my fingers reaching that cleft between the butt cheek and thigh. I went down a little further, and then slid to the side, until it was clear I was touching the edges of her pussy lips.
If anything, Malina's movement became more frantic, and I could feel her finger pushing against her pussy lip from the other side on one of my hands.
I had obviously passed the point of no return, and she was clearly enjoying what we were doing together, so no point in stopping here, I thought. I pushed one of my hands further, and felt the wet moistness of her vaginal opening with my fingertip. Her fingers were somewhere above mine, no doubt focus on her clitoris. I probed gently, feeling even more dampness between the cleft of her pussy lips, and Malina continued her movements.
I pushed and rubbed gently at her vaginal opening, with just the very tip of my index finger slightly in her. Feeling her wetness, and her obvious enjoyment and sexuality, I began to slowly push my finger into her.
There was a frantic shifting, and her other free hand pulled mine away from her crotch, and she was clearly aggravated, so much so she actually made a “Grrr!” sound.
It would have been cute, except at that moment I realized I had gone to far, and now I would have to do damage control, and apologize profusely, and live the next few weeks.
But she surprised me as she sat up and turned around, and then pushed me on my shoulders. I feared for a moment she was trying to push me away, but no, as she pushed harder it was clear she was trying to push me down.
And so I stopped resisting, and fell back, straightening my legs as I laid down on my back. she climbed onto me, placing her half exposed crotch directly on my groin, and she laid back down facing me.
“Don’t move,” she said, and I was too shocked to say anything except to just do as she asked. As I laid there, her movement resumed, and now that I was under her, the grinding and gyrations were as clear as day. She was humping me, her hips moving back and forth against me with strength I found surprising for someone girl.
She kept shifting, and seemed clearly unhappy.
“Take it out,” she commanded.
‘It’ was only a mystery to me for a moment, then I reached down as she lifted herself, and I unzipped my pants and with some difficulty pulled my hugely engorged penis out from my underwear.
She didn’t look down, just seemingly aware I was no longer trapped, and she settled back down and began rubber her crotch directly against my penis. She still had her underwear on, though it was skewed a bit to one side, much to my disappointment. But she was clearly more happy with this more direct contact. My hardness directly rubbing against her.
“Why don’t you take your underwear off?” I asked her.
She looked at me, clearly disturbed I interrupted her renewed concentration.
“No” she said, and quickly went back to focusing on what she was doing.
Which was rubbing herself pretty fiercely against me, a situation that I was surprised I had not already exploded all over her and me, to be honest. Watching her was a wonder, a sex face like no other, so cute but so clearly horny and struggling mightily to reach some goal that was so close but yet so far away, all surrounded by the halo of her messy thick hair.
Wanting to participate in some way, and not just be her sex toy, I reached both my hands and held her bottom, which she didn’t seem to mind.
My hands went lower, sliding again under her underwear, and quickly touching her cunt lips. Getting no complaint, I again slid a finger deeper between her lower lips, again feeling the amazing wetness around her vagina.
“Don’t put your finger in me,” she gasped, barely breaking her rhythm.
“Deal,” I said, now knowing what the rules were.
Now both my hands slipped further along her bottom, and my fingers had full access to the lower part of her crotch. It was terribly difficult to not push one finger or another into her, but I hugely enjoyed the sensation of my finger tip rubbing wetly a the entrance to her pussy as she ground away against me.
I could feel my cock below my fingers, and in my opinion her underwear was still interfering with her full enjoyment. I pressed my finger further up her slit, towards her clitoris.
“Don’t,” she said, maybe mistaking my intentions. “Wait, uh,” and while she slowed and seemed clearly confused about what she wanted. I could feel my finger touching her just under her clitoral hood, and the hard button of her clitoris.
“Oh,” she said, still rubbing but now my penis was just the floor between my finger and her clit.
She humped even faster, the position a little awkward but completely workable.
“Oh,” she said again, no longer a comment but just a reaction, lifting her head and her face going blank.
“Ahhh” and then a grunt, and though it didn’t seem possible her hips gyrated even faster. “Ahhhhhh” even louder, as she slowly collapsed on me, her face now screwed tightly as if she had tightened ever muscle in her body. She shivered one one last physical release as I realize my hips had raised up to meet hers, and I had struggled mightily to keep my finger on that one spot no matter her movements. I had so strongly concentrated on keeping my finger where it needed to be, I was a little surprised to feel a wetness between my lower stomach and her midriff as the world seemed to suddenly slow down.
Like a loud TV turning off, everything was quiet, except for her heavy breathing slowing down, and I shifted slightly, she was a limp rag doll laying on me.
I didn’t move, and she suddenly lifted herself slightly up. Her face turned a deep shade of red.
“I, Uh...” She seemed speechless, and clearly deeply embarrassed. “Ug” she said, glancing down at the wet spot my cum had created between us. I noticed she didn’t seem to wonder what it was, however.
She hopped off, clearly averting her gaze from my now reduced manhood, though it was not completely deflated. Not wanting things to be more embarrassing for her, I quickly stuffed myself into my underwear and zipped up my pants.
Now standing over me, her head turned as I put myself away, I noticed her rubbing against me had pulled her underwear partially down, and I enjoyed a few moments of staring at the top half of her slit, still hairless and looking a little red from the friction. She finally noticed my gaze, and quickly pulled straightened her underwear.
“Lets clean up,” I said, and suddenly having something to do seemed to help her momentary paralysis around what we had just done, though really not much needed attending to except her shorts and our shared wet spot.
She didn’t say a word, just kept giving me quick glances as she pulled her shorts back on.
I didn’t want to make her more embarrassed, but sometimes some things cannot be left unsaid.
“Hey,” I said, and she glanced at me, the first time she had ever looked shy since I had known her.
“You are the smartest, most beautiful girl I have even known. Even before tonight. Now, I can say you are also the sexiest.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled, but she had a small smile on her face, and I knew I had said and done the right thing.
Now a scary but unbelievably interesting future lay before me, and us..
The End